@findus Fop have you tried contacting the venue yet?Myp somehow managed to get some gig tickets sent to his Ex’s house, we contacted the venue and they reprinted them and had us pick them up from the box office. I also managed to lose some tickets and that venue did the same, just had to take some ID and pick new ones up.

Well, first of all I tweeted doves last night for help, but no response (from their managed Twitter account).

Then I did as you suggested and contacted See Tickets today using their online form and within an hour they said there would be replacement tickets waiting for me at the venue.

Which is pretty fucking excellent.

Cheers!

Glad you got it sorted. I only saw this just now and was going to offer that exact advice as I’m a total mess and have done this more than once in the past

More yay, it was one of the best gigs I've been to. Really up for it crowd, Cedar Room belting out as the heavens opened and we were drenched in pleasantly warm rain. Properly euphoric.

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Also the knowledge that I come from somewhere where people still use the word vagabonds.

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Peter Willis, 70, was also evacuated from Cromford Court, leaving in such a rush he did not have time to put any socks on. He was set to spend the night in the Palace hotel – “I was looking forward to it, I’ve never stayed there before. I was going to have a good breakfast too” – before residents were told they could return home.

Despite the lure of the Palace, Willis decided to go back to his flat. “I wanted to check that everything was OK. Unfortunately there are vagabonds around and we are quite vulnerable. I was worried about looters but everything was fine. .

I've had chronic bronchitis since I was born, ups and downs, ups where I felt fine without any meds at all, downs to being resuscitated onceover the years convincing doctors of the fact that my main problem is recurring bacterial infections on top of the asthma has been a nightmare, especially in such a antibiotics conservative country as NLthe last two years I have been under lung specialists care again and I have never regretted anything more, as I am worse off then when I walked in4 weeks ago this came to a new low as I asked for prednisone (which I've had dozens of times) and this one said he wouldn't give it to me because of the side effects (no shit) and when I explained that I was very upset by his decision he looked me straight in the eye and said "just trust that I'm doing this for your own good" the only thing missing was an actual pat on my head, bloody patronising godcomplex man!So I should have let him have it, being a competent adult not a toddler, but my anxiety and depression hit me like an anvil so I just wanted to leave the room and diehe made a phone follow up appointment for 4 weeks later (today) but couldn't give me a time of day he would call

so for the last 4 weeks I have been absolutely sick with worry because I feel like my life depends on the whim of this man, sleeping rotten, still feeling crap, having this conversation with the guy in my head over and over, been absolutely frustrated with myself that I felt this way for 4 weeks instead of a normal human who would leave the worrying till the day of the phone call, fighting the dread etcSo it's easy to imagine how I've felt today, physically ill waiting for the call that eventually came at 15.45

and then it was a pretty reasonable conversation and he agreed to give me doxycycline (which I wanted) and a 10 day course of prednisolone (albeit a lower dose then usual)so I feel like an arse again for the wasted worry time, though I still absolutely hate the feeling of relying on the whim of a stranger for the ability to breathethe times I've been tempted to just order meds from china...

I’m so sorry to hear that Miki. It is so, so hard when medical professionals will not listen to you, but have in mind a set course of action before you even sit down and start to doesn’t.

The anxiety waiting for that call must have been crushingly difficult. You were not and are not an arse for the stress that induces. As you say, your health and future are dependent on a doctors personal prejudices, and the chosen route can be completely different from one doctor to the next.

Nothing I can say will make this time better, but I’m sorry to hear of those experiences and I hope the medications make some way towards helping xxx

So, kids are getting the school buses to school this academic year. They're at different schools now (until First Born gets into Second Born's new school). First Born's bus is at 7.45, which is fine. Second Born's is at 6.50AM which means Ruth, me and Sam are up at 6am so that we're all sorted for bus time. This is definitely a Nay. I have not intentionally woken up before 7am like, ever.

On the yay side Ruth and I (by which I mean, Ruth) decided to look at this less like having to wake up early and more like being given the GIFT OF TIME. So now we're alternating each day, so that one of us helps Sam get ready for the bus and the other goes to the gym or goes for a swim. This has worked well this week, but we shall see how long it lasts.

I've been having big trouble with my lungs but the specialist was reluctant to give me prednisonethen in December I had a stupid fall on a little bit of icy pavement, twisting my "good knee" in ways it shouldn't goit's been giving me so much grief but didnt feel like going to see a doc as I see way to many and I'm sick of them (haha)but finally convinced the lung specialist to give me the prednisoneit's doing nothing for my lungs, but my knee feels SO MUCH BETTER!! hurrah!

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